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Chapter 4

After a while, Storm suggests we play a game to pass the time. I agree. I can't pass up a good game! We decide that every time you see a car, you yell a number (your number of points so if you've seen 3 cars, the next one you see will be "4") and punch your opponent.

This actually turns out to be a lot of fun! I'm beating him 47 to 39 when we pull to the station and we see a mass of cars. I yell a truce and he agrees; our arms have been sore since about "15".

I stand and move towards the door, but all of a sudden, I feel a hand on my arm. I look back at Storm.

"We should go out together. You know, so we look like a team and all," he says, looking away from me.

"Alright," I agree.

He offers me his hand and I take it as we walk out of my compartment and off of the train.

We're suddenly surrounded by a crowd of people, mostly reporters, as they try to get our interviews, pictures, and whatever other little tidbits they can catch.

Storm gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, but I don't feel better until I see Camellia. She motions for me to come, and I do so, grateful to be out of that mess.

Camellia is a bit of a nut. Her hair is lemon yellow. Her outfit consists of an azure blue cup-sleeve dress covered with medium sized yellow polka dots to match her hair, yellow strappy heels, and big chunky yellow accessories. She talks in this really squeaky voice that is really annoying at first, but you get used to it.

But the thing that I like most about her is that she's clueless. Most people would hate her for it, but that also means Storm and I can communicate things she doesn't need to hear with her sitting right in front of us…

Camellia hurried us to a car and we rode in silence to the Training Center. Once we got there, she showed us to our room on the 12th floor. District 12 wasn't the top anymore; District 13 got that honor, but I was happy. 13th floor being bad luck and all. (I wasn't about to admit of being afraid of heights…)

My room was nice. And that's really saying something coming from a girl who lives in the richest part of District 2. Camellia comes in and asks me for my token. I give her my necklace, making her promise that if it doesn't pass, she'll send it back to my dad.

When she leaves, I take a nice, long, hot shower. It feels amazing. An electric current is sent from my hand to my scalp, and my curly hair is perfectly parted, dried, and (thanks to genetics) perfectly naturally curled.

I collapse onto my bed and take a nap.

By the time Camellia knocks on my door to tell me it's time for dinner, I'm starving. I haven't eaten since this morning so I practically mow her down in my attempt to get the dining hall. She gives an airy little laugh and motions for me to follow her.

We go down to Storm's room. He has the same reaction I did, almost killing Camellia in the process. She gives him an indignant look ad turns away to walk towards the elevator.

His eyes get a weird look in them when she turns away, as if he recognizes that indignant look. For some reason, I do too. Then it hits me; that's the same look his sister Calla gave him when he knocked her down the first time I saw them. Was that really only yesterday? It feels to me as if years, decades, even centuries have passed since that meeting.

Storm turns to me with a wondering, slightly questioning look in his eyes and I get his message. I nod and mouth "Calla" to tell him that I, too, got the significance of that glance. A look of realization comes over him and he actually utters "Oh…" and nods his head.

Camellia glances over at us.

"Well, are you two coming, or not? It seemed to me like you were about to starve just a minute ago!" she pipes in her silly Capitol accent.

Storm and I race down to her. I have the sense to gain my composure about half-way down the hall and skip the rest of the way, trying to act grown-up yet still a kid the way Calla did, yesterday.

Camellia gives Storm a stern look as he, once again, bumps into her.

He looks so bewildered as we get onto the elevator that I have to stifle a laugh. Storm looks really funny with his left eyebrow raised and the bottom eyelid of his right eye partially closed.

When we get to the dining hall, I keep the mature/girly composure I obtained earlier (See? I even try to use my enhanced vocabulary that I learned from Dad's meetings!) as I sit all proper and junk. (There goes my enhanced vocabulary.)

An Avox asks me to pick a dinner from the menu. The menu has just about every great dish from all of the districts. Personally, I enjoy district 4's seafood the most, so I choose a shrimp entrée with french fries and ranch dip. I hate ketchup…

Avoxes nowadays aren't slaves that can't talk and get no pay. Those days went out with the old Hunger Games… Hm… Wonder if that'll change… Anyway, now Avoxes are paid personnel that serve as waiters for dinner parties and such. And yes, they can talk.

As I am eating at my place beside Storm, the recap of the Reapings comes on. I immediately feel sick to my stomach and have to push my dinner (which is very good by the way) away from me. The District 1 boy comes up and I gasp. It just so happens to be one of my nemesis (A/N: what's the plural of nemesis?), Titan.

Titan is this huge guy you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. He's about 6'4 with shaggy black hair and black eyes. He would be a seriously scary linebacker. He's not goth, but, man, he could so pull it off. He's Cato's nephew; the son of Cato's sister. He's 16 but in my grade at school. Titan's from 2, but he goes to 1 for holidays so I guess that's why he got picked…

I don't know the girl from 2. She could have been Titan's twin, though. She looked to be about 5'6. Her name is Rilly. She has long black hair and, unlike Titan, blue eyes. She's 17.

I all but pass out as I see District 2's reaping. My best friend David is the male tribute and his girlfriend Chrysanthemum (Chryssi) is the girl.

David and I have been best friends since we were two. He's 5'9 with a lean build. He has light, true brown hair and brown eyes with yellow flecks. He's 14, like me. David is the son of Clove's brother.

Chryssi has been a good friend of mine, even before she and David started dating. She's really pretty for a 14-year-old. She is 5'5 with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes. She's Glimmer's niece.

After I get over that shock, I swallow my anger down and blunt the pain with concentration.

District 3 has two blondes by the names of Veize and Fysei who are the niece and nephew of Beetee. What stupid names!

District 4 has a shocker. Annie and Finnick's son Finn, who's 18, is chosen. He's the spitting image of his father. (A/N: Yes, Finn would be in his 30s but for this to work, he's gonna be 18.) The female tribute is a stupid-looking brunette who looks really bored as she shakes Finn's hand. She blows a bubble in her gum and walks away.

My jaw drops as the District 5 tributes are recapped. The male tribute is this idiot 15-year-old in my class in 2 named Riegan.

" Riegan?" Storm and I ask at the same time. We look at each other.

"Wait, how do you know Riegan?" he asks me.

"He's in my class at school. Why wouldn't I know him? My question is, how do you know him?" I shoot back.

"Well, we've been pen pals for a long time. I thought he said he's dated every girl in the grade?"

"Not that baloney again! He doesn't consider me a girl because I'm not very feminine…" I laugh ruefully.

Storm's gaze travels to my chest and his face turns red.

I laugh at him. "Yeah, I pointed that out, but he won't believe me! And anyway, it would be weird dating him, 'cuz he's my cousin…"

"Oh! Yeah… I guess he's Boggs' grandson and your Boggs' granddaughter… Sort of…" he concentrates.

The girl from 5 is stereotype prep girl: blonde hair, blue eyes, fake smile, fake boobs, fake tan, 5'6ish, and dumb. I think her name is Em.

6 is pretty boring, producing twins, both 18, named Loorum and Kyla.

Storm was right about Lyssa getting reaped from 7. She's obviously adopted with her light, ash brown hair and green eyes. She's still taller than me though. And she's 15.

The boy from 7 is named Aerogan.

"Whoa," I find myself saying.

"What?" questions Storm.

"He's hot. With a capitol H." Wait, did I just say that? Oops. But it's so true. He looks like Prince Charming with abs. Talk about freaking hot.

"Wow," Storm laughs. "Guess I'll just have to kill him."

That killed the moment, so I shut up.

The boy from 8 is a 15-year-old named Hailand and the girl is Quassina who's 17.

9 is generic; two scared 16 year olds named Friely and Marsh.

District 10's tributes are named Rye and Sava. They're 16 and 14.

District 11 really scares me.

"It's like the 74th all over again," Storm says grimly.

The little girl from 11 is 12 years old. Her name is Kyli and she's Rue's niece.

The boy from 11 is 18. His name is Reke. Reke is Rue's oldest nephew. As these two shake hands, Reke whispers something into Kyli's ear. I wonder what it might be…

Then suddenly, we're onscreen. I notice they don't omit us being shoved out from the little building behind the stage. As the camera pans the crowd, I get teary-eyed; there's Dad.

I pull myself together as 13 starts. It's a fiendish looking pair with a glint of mischief in their eyes. Their names are Deggor and Soia. They're both 16.

As the recap ends, I feel my eyes tearing up, so I run to room and cry myself to sleep.

Whew! That took me a while. (Kept getting distracted.) Hope you like it! REVIEW!